we are the ones who are differently abled but our hearts are... without a flaw. we are the ones without our sight, our hearing or perhaps missing feathers, or a leg and paw. we are the ones who time has taken into its bittersweet fold. we are the ones, sometimes forsaken. because we are not perfect or we are old. yet love we do without conditions and with a world of glee, so will you take us will you grace us with your loving, kind company

Wednesday, October 11, 2017

rape.
there has been much written and spoken about rape and sexual abuse since the bill cosby story. now with harvey weinstein and his multitude of offenses, there is more.
rape is as old as man. rape is used as a weapon of war. rape is used as a means to subjugate and control. rape is sex as battering ram......

anyone who forces him/herself on another person, or species, imagines themselves as omnipotent and all powerful, when in actuality they are the miniscule, powerless lower than lows.
many victims stay quiet, out of fear...fear of retribution, fear of being blamed. some of us were just too young and had nowhere to turn. others are of species that do not communicate with the spoken language.
rape will never disappear from the human landscape...but we have the power, as individuals, and as a group, to call out those who continue to rape. to call out those who enable rape. to call out those who turn away and deny.
but we should never blame the victims. this blame game is the rapists best friend.
our strength lies in our commitment to help others, to provide support for those in need and to shut down those who harm...together we can make a dent and each little dent added to another little dent...
a sinkhole for all rapists to drown in!!!
thank you for taking the time to read this

About Me

i am older than dirt and proud of it!!!! i have managed to incorporate my eternal woodstock nation spirit with the high tech 21st century world. i am an artist/writer, who dabbles in rhyme, and, sometimes, reason.
my passions are my husband, who is truly the wind that ruffles my sails, animals rights, yoga...waking up in the morning. i find
inspiration in too many things to list, and far too
many more to remember.
sketching, watercolor painting,poetry and photography are my ways of expressing joy and gratitude. from
living with a chronic illness, i have learned the
beauty of each day, and treat each as another
sun salutation, and another chance.